#the fight is interrupted by Hermes though

[my-name-is-apollo]

I had not expected the Apollo vs Poseidon in the Dionysiaca to go so hard:

"And now a fiery chief stood up to the champion of the deep: Phoibos, to fight with Poseidon. He set shaft on string, and also lifted a brand of Delphic fir in each hand doubledextrous, to use fire against the surging sweep of water, and arrows against the trident. Fiery lance and watery arrows crashed together: while Phoibos defended his home the upper air rattled a thunderclap for a battlesong; the stormy trumpet of the sea brayed in the ears of Phoibos — a broadbeard Triton boomed with his own proper conch, like a man half-finished, from the loins down a greeny fish — the Nereids shouted the battlecry — Arabian Nereus pushed up out of the sea and bellowed, shaking his trident."

(Book 36, Trans. William Henry Denham Rouse )

Apollo is fighting Poseidon standing on Delos - an island - completely surrounded by Poseidon's domain. He's ambidextrous apparently and is using fire against Poseidon's water. There's thunder in the skies sounding like a battle song (thanks Zeus) and the roar of the waves is tearing Apollo's ears (thanks Triton). Poseidon has his entire gang cheering for him.

Like don't get me wrong, Apollo peacefully refusing to fight Poseidon in the Iliad is good on its own, but their fight in Dionysiaca is so so fun to visualise.

[ninisdollie]

Demigods Series - Enhypen

🗡 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

These will be a series of drabbles in Percy Jackson’s universe about reader x member, all of them include smut and different plots, i will be uploading according to which i finish first, but i don’t know how much will it take me to finish them. Also, keep in mind that obviously i changed a few things from the original series just for acomodation since clearly i'm not a fantasy writer, just took inspo from the universe!

(coming soon)

Just for the glory - Jake sim 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

Synopsis: Jake Sim, son of Hermes and captain of cabin 11 at the camp halfblood, is known as the best swordsman of his generation. With his swordsmanship and unshakable confidence, his life seems perfectly under control, until you, challenge him to a sword duel. In front of the entire community, Jake accepts the challenge, confident in his victory. However, he soon discovers that you are not just a beautiful face, but a formidable warrior with skills that surprise him. Amid the fierce competition and growing tension, you two are caught by an unexpected spark. As your hearts begin to intertwine, Jake will have to face a new kind of battle: the duel between pride and love.

Content: +18MDNI fem! reader x jake, pjo au, hermes! son jake x aphrodites! daugther reader, jake is a little cocky i based his character on my man luke castellan ok, violence (sword duel), cursing, sexual tension, dirty talk, explicit sex.

READ HERE.

Side quest - Lee Heeseung 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

Synopsis: Lee Heeseung, son of Ares, is known for his violence and cruelty at the halfblood camp. He mocks the newcomers and enjoys tormenting those he deems weak. His attitude sparks your hatred, you not only despise his aggressive nature but also see him as a threat to the peace of the camp. You both deeply loathe each other. However, when you two are sent together on a dangerous quest, your relationship begins to change.

Content: +18MDNI fem! reader x heeseung, pjo au! ares' son! heeseung x aphrodites daughter! reader, enemies! to lovers, jungwon is a side character in this, violence (hs and y/n fight a lot phsyically) cursing, dirty talk, hard dom! heeseung, rough, angry sex.

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Brighter days - Park Sunghoon 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

Synopsis: Park Sunghoon, the forbidden son of Zeus, is admired and respected by everyone at halfblood camp, but he prefers to keep to himself and avoid the crowds. With his reserved and somewhat grumpy attitude, his peace is constantly interrupted by your relentless energy, the daughter of Apollo. Outgoing, cheerful, and full of life, you never miss an opportunity to approach Sunghoon, who knows you have a crush on him. However, his temper and desire to maintain his distance lead him to reject you time and time again. Despite his attempts to avoid you, Sunghoon begins to notice that, behind your spark and laughter, there is more than just a girl chasing him. As he struggles to maintain his wall of coldness, you, with your boundless light, are determined to break it, proving that even the coldest heart can be touched by the warmth of the sun.

Content: +18MDNI fem!reader x sunghoon, pjo au! zeus' son! sunghoon x apollos daughter! reader, grumpy x sunshine plot, smut, kind of enemies to lovers but not really, fluffy ending, explicit sex.

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Forbidden fruit - Yang Jungwon 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

Synopsis: At the halfblood camp, there exists an unwritten but unbreakable rule: no romance between demigods. You, daughter of Athena, are known for your intelligence and wisdom, always following the rules to the letter. However, your life takes an unexpected turn when you fall in love with Yang Jungwon, son of Poseidon. Though your feelings are deeper than ever, you know this relationship is dangerous. Not only because of the rule that separates you, but because any discovery could put your lives at risk. As you struggle to keep your love a secret, you must use all your cunning to hide what is growing between you two, but how long can you conceal what you truly feel before everything falls apart?

Content: +18MDNI fem!reader x jungwon, pjo au! poseidon's son! jungwon x athena's daughter! reader, percabeth based story but a twist, smut, fluff vanilla sex, kind of emotional.

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Wounded - Park Jay 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

Synopsis: Park Jay, son of Hephaestus, is a genius at the forge, but has always been more reserved than other demigods. Despite his introverted nature, he has found an unwavering friend in you, the daughter of Poseidon. Together, you’ve shared laughter, adventures, and secrets, but your relationship has always been purely friendship. However, everything changes when Jay returns gravely injured from a quest. Worried about him, you decide to take care of him, giving him your time and attention as the good friend you’ve always been. As you tend to his physical wounds, you begin to discover the depths of your own heart, realizing that your feelings for Jay go beyond friendship.

Content: +18MDNI fem!reader x jay, pjo au! hephaeustus son! jay x poseidon's daughter! reader, friends! to lovers, fire x water, violence (wounds), fluff, sexual tension, smut.

Lost Ego - Kim Sunoo 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

Synopsis: Kim Sunoo, son of the goddess Aphrodite, is the epitome of perfection: handsome, charismatic, and charming. His presence lights up the halfblood camp, but not everyone sees him that way. You, daughter of Ares, detest him for no apparent reason, although your feelings towards him are more complicated than you would like to admit. Your aversion to Sunoo goes beyond the natural rivalry between the children of Ares and Aphrodite, and you don’t quite understand why you feel this way. Everything changes one night, during a party around the campfire, when you are challenged to do something that will turn your world upside down.

Content: +18MDNI fem!reader x sunoo, pjo au! aprhodite's son! sunoo x ares daughter! reader, kind of enemies to lovers, sexual tension, smut, explicit sex, kind of sub sunoo but not really.

Deadly - Nishimura Riki 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

Synopsis: Nishimura Riki, son of Hades, is an enigma at halfblood camp. Quiet, mysterious, and surrounded by an aura of darkness, he is the outcast boy, feared by everyone because of his lineage with the god of the dead. What few know is that, beyond his shadowy nature, Riki carries deep emotional and physical scars, remnants of his own past. No one dares to approach him, and he prefers to keep his distance. However, there is one exception: You, the daughter of Apollo, known as the "golden girl" for your skill as an archer and your bright personality. Though Riki keeps his secret affection for you, what no one sees is the gentle glow you bring to his life.

Content: +18MDNI fem!reader x ni-ki, pjo au! hades' son! ni-ki x apollo's daughter! reader, emo ni-ki agenda, ni-ki has a crush on y/n and thinks she doesn't like him back, emotional, mentions of death (hades, duh) soft vanilla sex, smut.

i’ll make a taglist for this so comment/send ask if you would like to be tagged when i post these!!🥹💗

[folkwhoreberry]

amongst demigods³

fighting for attention

f1 x reader

or... the one where there’s too many boys, not enough sense

word count : 979

warning : reader is oblivious, english is not my first language!!!

check masterlist for more parts of the series!!

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it started off slowly. small things, like lando offering to carry your training gear, charles finding excuses to sit next to you at meals, or oscar insisting on walking you back to the hermes cabin. at first, it was subtle enough that you didn’t notice. you just thought they were being extra nice, and who were you to complain?

but things started to get weird when they were all around each other.

“hey, y/n, I saved you a seat!” lando grinned, patting the bench next to him during lunch.

before you could sit, charles, who’d just arrived with his tray, slid into the spot. “oh, sorry, lando, I didn’t see you. mind if Isit here?” his smirk was unmistakable, though he kept his eyes on you.

lando glared at him, but before either could say anything, oscar appeared, casually placing his hand on your shoulder. “actually, y/n promised to go over some battle strategies with me after lunch, so…”

“I said what now?” you asked, confused, but oscar just gave you a look.

“yeah, she did,” oscar said with a confident nod. “let’s go sit somewhere quiet, yeah?”

lando leaned back, crossing his arms. “I’m sure y/n would rather sit with friends and, you know, not discuss boring battle plans.”

charles raised an eyebrow. “boring? says the guy who spends all his time by the lake splashing around like a child.”

you blinked, watching the three of them start to bicker as if you weren’t even there. you didn’t know what was going on, but you did know that it was weird.

“uh, I’m just gonna… go sit with yuki and alex,” you mumbled, grabbing your tray.

all three boys froze, turning to glare at yuki and alex, who were sitting a few tables away, minding their own business.

“don’t even think about it,” lando growled under his breath. oscar’s hand tightened on your shoulder, and charles’ smirk faded.

but it was too late. you walked over to yuki and alex, completely oblivious to the tension brewing behind you.

“please save me from whatever that was,” you sighed as you sat down.

yuki looked up from his food, confused. “what was what?”

“I… honestly don’t know,” you admitted, glancing over at the boys, who were now whispering furiously at each other. “but something weird is going on.”

alex chuckled. “oh, I think I know what’s going on.”

you looked at him, eyebrows raised. “what?”

before alex could answer, lando, charles, and oscar had caught up to you, followed by daniel, who appeared out of nowhere, and franco, who was trailing behind, looking suspiciously smug.

“hey, y/n, fancy going for a walk later?” daniel asked, his grin wide as always. “I figured we could - ”

“actually, I had plans with her,” franco interrupted, sliding into the seat beside you and throwing his arm casually over the back of your chair. “didn’t I, y/n?”

“uhh, I don’t think so?” you said, feeling more confused by the second.

“well, you do now,” franco said with a wink, completely ignoring the death stares from daniel and the others.

it was at this moment that george walked by, raising an eyebrow at the scene. “this is… going well,” he muttered under his breath before turning to charles, who gave him a pleading look.

“george, help me out here,” charles whispered, though you could hear every word.

“mate, you’re on your own,” george replied with a shake of his head.

lando, meanwhile, had enlisted carlos in his cause. carlos sidled up to him, whispering something in his ear while glaring at the others. oscar caught the exchange and quickly turned to lance, who was nearby, trying to stay out of the mess but failing miserably.

“lance, come on, you owe me,” oscar said in a low voice, trying not to draw attention.

lance sighed, but nodded, clearly not wanting to get involved. “fine, but if this backfires…”

max, of course, had teamed up with daniel. “you know what to do, max,” daniel whispered as they stood behind you, plotting.

you, meanwhile, were completely unaware of all the silent scheming going on behind your back. you were more focused on the fact that yuki and alex looked like they were trying not to laugh.

“what’s so funny?” you asked, narrowing your eyes.

alex cleared his throat. “nothing, just… you’ve got quite the fan club.”

“fan club?” you repeated, confused.

“yeah,” yuki added, “and none of them are subtle about it.”

you blinked, turning to look at the boys, who were now all gathered around you in some sort of silent standoff. “wait, what? no, that’s not - ”

“oh, trust me, it is,” alex said, barely containing his laughter.

“they all want you,” yuki said bluntly, his expression serious. “and they’re not happy about the competition.”

you blinked again, trying to process what he was saying. “but… we’re just friends?”

alex snorted. “sure, keep telling yourself that.”

before you could respond, kimi walked over, completely oblivious to the brewing tension. “hey, y/n, want to go over those chariot racing strategies later?” he asked, plopping down next to you.

immediately, every single boy tensed, glaring at kimi.

“what? she’s like a sister to me,” kimi said, frowning at the looks he was getting.

the boys seemed to relax, but only slightly. you, on the other hand, were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that apparently, everyone had feelings for you. except kimi, of course, who was the only one acting completely normal.

“I think I need a nap,” you muttered, standing up and leaving the table, completely oblivious to the way all five boys scrambled to follow you, each one determined to outdo the others.

you had no idea what was going on, but one thing was for sure - things at camp half-blood were about to get a whole lot more complicated.

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© all rights reserved to folkwhoreberry. no stealing or copying will be tolerated.

a/n : write this while listening to my weird playlist aka the music went from the pussycat dolls to one direction

[stilessflannel]

just hot, heavy, tongue down each others throat spit everywhere make out with luke

you're making me feral also idk if this is biblically accurate for hermes kids do not lobotomise me

luke castellan always knew how to use his heritage of sneaking into places to his advantage when he was yearning for his pretty girl. all it took was just one look across the training fields and locking eyes with his sharp brown ones to make you know you were going to end up here.

hands digging into his curly black hair while he tugs at your orange camp shirt, heavy breathing and muffled moans, more tongue and teeth than an actual kiss.

the feeling of knowing at any moment a demigod could glance into the back of the hermes’ cabin and find two of their counsellor in this… predicament… made your heart race even more, your brain getting high of adrenaline.

but you two do value privacy sometimes - sneaking out in the middle of the night for “date night” where you’re sure you won’t be interrupted by any stray campers or gods with anger issues. a romantic scene of sitting down by the dock looking over the sea, enjoying each others presence quickly turns into him pulling you into his lap, soft brushes of your plush lips against his chapped ones turning into tongues fighting for dominance.

and who does he think he is; running his hands all over your body and creasing your perfectly ironed clothes before fingers card through the hairstyle that took you hours to perfect. he doesn't care though. he thinks you look gorgeous when your makeup is perfect to when you've got a mixture of both of your saliva running down your chin.

and everything in between <3

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[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Yandere Olympus x human reader (headcanons)

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you were a mortal girl who had been taken in by the gods as a child. in return for this you lived amongst them working as a servant, since there were so many nymphs already there wasn't much for you to do but you always kept busy. one of the goddesses who had cared for you since childhood, aphrodite, had kept you close to her at all times rarely letting you go far from her gaze. you would help her with small tasks such as picking her jewelry for the day or helping her make new clothes, that was a more painful task. "i will never get this stitch done if you dont hold still!" the goddess complains trying to stick the needle through the fabric. "it hurts, you keep poking me" you complain trying to move away but she grabs your arm and holds you still. "i just need to make a few more stitches and-" she starts before getting cut off by the new presence in the room. "aphrodite may i speak with you" the commanding voice of hera calls from the entrance of the room. "why of course." she answers pinning the fabric together. "dont move my darling, you wouldn't want to ruin my flawless stitch work now would you?" she smirks before walking to hera, both far enough away for you to not hear what they were saying. one of hera's loyal crows had landed on a stool next to you cawing, you bent down and let it jump onto your finger petting its head. "hello pretty bird" you smile as it ruffles its feathers, nuzzling its head against your hand. "may i ask what you are doing?" hera's voice comes into the room. the bird flys from your hand onto her shoulder instead. "i-im sorry my goddess, i was simply petting your bird. they're lovely" you complement earning a nod. aphrodite comes back in and takes the fabric she had been sowing off of you. "oh dear you have so many scratches from the pins, you should see apollo he would be happy to heal them for you." she suggests hiding a smile behind you. you nod walking from her room. you were greeted by a few gods on your way to find apollo with smiles and waves, before you reached apollos temple you were stopped by the queen of the gods herself. "come with me mortal" she says waiting for you to follow. though your scratches stung you feared hera's reaction more if you disobeyed her "yes my goddess" you say following behind her. she leads you to her private room before sitting on a chair. "pour me some tea" she commands with a smirk, enjoying having you to herself. you hand her a cup of hot tea and stand near her "is there anything else you need my goddess?" you ask tilting your head. she thinks for a moment before using her powers to bring you to her lap, with a surprised gasp you are put on her lap like a child. she takes your arm that had scratches and small pin pricks from the sowing pins. "she really should be more careful with such a fragile thing such as you." the goddess mumbles. she grabs a piece of fabric from the table near her and wraps it around your arm. the two of you are interrupted by aphrodite clearing her throat from the entrance of the room. "i was worried that my little mortal had run away when apollo had not seen them yet. but i should've known they would be here, you always have liked to steal them away for yourself." aphrodite laughs with hints of jealousy. "then why dont you join us for some tea?" hera suggests. gesturing to a chair across from her. "well if you insist, only if i get a turn with our darling to" she smirks sitting down. this was your normal on olympus, being fought over by the gods. you had thought it was simply because they liked your company or help, if only you knew how much they truly loved you.

your usual day on olympus consists of at least 2 or more gods trying to steal your attention, whether its the hermes giving you flowers or other gifts he finds in the mortal realm or one of his brothers trying to one up him or if aphrodite demands a beauty day with her and artemis.

above all their fighting they still follow rules, giving an angry gglare or pouty face when another god that is more powerful steals you away. hera is famous for this, stealing you to help with the most minor tasks just so others cannot have you. only sharing with one of her friends or children.

when heron is brought to olympus things do shift. hera of course is horribly angry but doesn't start the war in this world because she knows that you would most likely end up hurt or she would be banished from olympus never to see you again. so instead she glares from afar.

you are not let anywhere near heron at first, being kept away by hera or ares. eventually though you manage to meet him and he was very kind to you, taking after the rest of his family and quickly becoming a yandere for you aswell.

of course he quickly is told that you are simply to be seen as a sibling not anything more. the gods dont want you dating because that may lead to them not getting as much of you or worse, you leaving them.

they refuse to let you grow old. once you turn a certain age they will turn you imortal whether you agree or not. youre theirs for eternity and no one or nothing will stop that.

[pumpkinbxtch]

heyyyyyy Idk if you're still accepting requests for apollo if not that's fine BUTTTTTT if you are could you do a fic with him being so protective of the reader(like someone being rude to her at camp). Because you know how protective he is of his sister now imagine that but on the love of his life.

the weight of names

— apollo x daughter of hebe!reader

warnings: language, mentions of harassment.

a/n: Hello, to know if my requests are open, it usually says in my description or in my pinned post. Fortunately, your request came in before I closed them so it's fine. Thank you!

Things had changed at Camp Half-Blood. Some campers you used to hang out with were gone, and even though it wasn't forever, you missed them. You stayed year-round, stuck with the others who, while not bad company, just didn’t click with you, and you couldn’t figure out why.

— Ha, ha. Piper McLean's best friend — you heard behind you and rolled your eyes dramatically, fed up with it all.

— Yeah, tell us. If she has so much money, why doesn’t she take you out of here and bring you with her?

You weren’t surprised by their accusations; it was almost routine. Today, they picked on your friendship with Piper; another day, it’d be Annabeth or Jason. When they wanted to show off, it’d be Percy and Nico, and when they were really unbearable, Frank, Leo, Hazel, or even Will. But no matter what, the cherry on top was always...

— Or your god friend.

There it was, of course.

— Yeah, they say it’s Apollo — mocked a girl who seemed to be a daughter of Hermes. Had you ever gotten along with any of them? Maybe the Stoll brothers, but now only one twin was at camp, probably too busy dealing with ten other kids to keep his sister in line.

You never denied or confirmed anything; it was easier that way, but sometimes they were annoying. You wondered if they skipped the awful welcome video that ended with: A safe place for everyone.

In the end, they weren’t doing anything different from any public school, but it was worse: The outcasts bullying an outcast.

— Get lost, will you? — you sighed tiredly, and they let out a long "Oooh" that made your hand itch to strike.

—What? — challenged an Aphrodite girl with her hands on her hips. — Are you going to attack us with rainbows, little Hebe girl?"

— Maybe she took the 'little' part too seriously,— mocked another, a Demeter kid, and you wondered if you could burn all his crops with light projection, but you dismissed the idea. You’d never stoop to their level.

— Wow, great joke, Lionel. It’s not like you’ve told me that a thousand times already. — Your sarcasm made him angry, and he took a step towards you, ready to fight. That was the great part about camp; no one was truly defenseless except the newcomers, so challenging someone was easy, but you ignored him and headed to your cabin.

—Stop — commanded the Aphrodite girl, and you felt a sudden stiffness in your legs that made you fall to your knees. Their charm speak.

You heard the laughter behind you and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to relax when a dull thud interrupted their laughter, turning it into groans. At the sudden change, you looked over your shoulder and saw them on the ground, piled on top of each other, blinking repeatedly. You’d seen that effect a few times but never thought it could be that.

— Good thing you were looking the other way — said a voice, startling you. Next to you was him, his curly brown hair and blue eyes you liked to see, but only secretly.

—Apollo — you breathed in disbelief, making him smile. He tried to take your hand, but you pulled away, blushing. He understood; it wasn’t the moment, but he wasn’t going to stand by either.

—You — he turned, his Converse kicking up dust as he walked to them. The Demeter kid clicked his tongue at the sight of a tall, skinny guy with brown hair and blue eyes. He found it trivial, but campers watching from afar started murmuring.

—Who are you?— he asked, and at the same time, one of Hephaestus’ sons, Harley, came out of his cabin due to the noise. Seeing the guy, his eyes widened.

—LESTER?— he shouted so loudly Mount Olympus might’ve heard. The god smiled amicably. The other three looked confused.

— Is that your name?— asked the Hermes girl in a tone the old Apollo would never have forgiven. He narrowed his eyes but then just nodded.

— Yeah, let’s say it is. Or at least one of my names — he smiled, but it wasn’t a warm smile; it was full of disdain. — They call me that, but leaving that aside, know my name it's not helpful to you 'cause I’m also known for not tolerating injustice.

—Uuh— mocked the Demeter kid, and Apollo’s eyes bore into him.

— I’ll tell your mother — he accused, and the kid swallowed hard. —I know her well. Now...

He straightened up, looking down at them. One tried to get up, and Apollo snapped his fingers, pinning him to the ground again, which scared them, making them wonder if there was a child of some god of gravity around.

— Don’t bother this young lady anymore, and let me clarify something — he looked at you challengingly, making you blush, — yes, I’m her friend but not just that, she’s my-

—Enough — you interrupted nervously, and he smiled apologetically. Right, boundaries. He was learning that with you.

— Anyway, You need to stop. — he said firmly, and the three kids raised an eyebrow.

— Friend? When did I say that...— the Hermes girl recapped her words and realization hit her, — No.

Apollo nodded.

— Yes.

The dark way he said it sent a shiver down their spines, and he raised an eyebrow as he leaned towards the Hermes girl.

— And I’d recommend being careful with names. Ann, also daughter of Marlene.

Despite being the god of the sun, the coldness in his voice was relentless, and fear gripped them violently, making them run away screaming like babies.

The campers who knew him approached to say hello, but before he gave them his attention, he came up to you.

— Don’t let them do that anymore — he whispered in your ear, and you nodded. His hand caressed your cheek, and you smiled the smile he loved, resisting the urge to kiss you in front of everyone.

— See you — you said, watching him get dragged away by the other campers.

[reightorwrong]

“What are you wearing…?”

Description: you forget about laundry day and are forced with the tough decision of going out in your most embarrassing pajamas set in front of a certain Hermes camp counselor

A/N: I haven't written a fic since uh 2019…? So my writing is a bit rusty but I wanted to try to get back into it so hopefully you all don't think this is too bad😭😭😭 The pajamas are inspired from this OW2 character's outfit but obvi changed for the fic! Anywho if you do like this hopefully it'll inspire me to write even more little fics but thank you for reading if you choose to do so and I hope you're having a wonderful day/evening/night!!

wc:1009

Pairings: Athena!reader x Luke Castellan

Warnings!: fluff pretty much and the reader getting teased

You don't even know how you could have forgotten it was an honest mistake anyone could make but certainly not as embarrassing for everyone else. You had woken up just like any other day yawning not truly ready to get up for the day but at camp half blood unless you're a child of Hypnos sleeping in isn't the smartest.

As you stretch out and then slip your feet into your slippers you finally make that last stumble out of bed. Walking up to my dresser and open up the drawer noticing how barren it is so much so a cartoon mouth might as well fly out. I turned around to march up to my laundry hamper, deciding it better to re-wear something this once than to simply have nothing else until I noticed it was missing from its key spot. 

I looked up to see if any of my siblings were in the room and saw my sister, Bea “Hey uh Bea have you seen my laundry hamper? I can't remember where I put it…” I say to her with sleepy confusion laced into my voice “Oh yeah well it's laundry day and you were sleeping for a while so Annabeth decided to take yours and do it for you!” Bea explained, “So all my clothes are in the wash.” “Oh yeah sorry is that a bad thing I mean I can't say I won't judge you if you wanna be those people who don't bathe or anything..” Bea says with an astute tone to her voice and a clear grimace on her face “Um no no it's fine…” I replied under my breath.

I walked back to my drawer deliberating between just going out in my PJs or trying to squeeze into some old t-shirt from my first years at camp. I think we all know what I picked but I did decide if I'm going to wear my PJs out I can still wear my normal shoes, lacing up my sneakers I head out marching my way to the mess hall. 

I walk quietly the cold crisp camp air biting at my cheeks while I notice the cold I fail to notice the sound of a certain Hermes boy sneaking up on me before he lightly tugged on one of my braids “Woah woah where are you going girl” Luke said as he stepped in front of me.

 “Luke! I hate when you do that my hair takes a while y'know.” Luke irked me to no end yet I couldn't help but enjoy all our tiny arguments. “Hold on. What are you wearing…?”

 I look down at my outfit: a basic white sleep tank but then lavender pajama pants with owls and moons scattered about with a matching cardigan on top. “What are you jealous, Castellan?” “Very you think we can get matching sets, hm?” Luke replied with a smirk evident on his face.

“ Ugh Why have you come to pester me Luke” I huff out at him as I shift under his gaze “Just wanted to know if you’re still gonna come to training later” I almost freeze up a little as though it might be small Luke has usually never asked to see if I'm coming or not it's not like its hard for him to get another sparring partner. 

“Hmm I don't know.. These are my best fighting clothes. I think they actually might let me beat you this time butttt I already promised Annabeth to sneak out into the strawberry fields with her later..” As I say this I start to continue my walk to the mess hall not letting Luke interrupt my stride.

“Hey wait wait tell her you’ll go on a different day!” Luke jogs back over and starts walking with me “I don't know why you’re being so persistent this time you’ve never acted like this before!” I sass back to him “Oh what I just want to spare with my favorite Athena girl” “Well it's not gonna happen you can spare with me tomorrow okay” my voice holding a teasing tone.

I look at him and scrunch my nose at him as if he were the foul smell you would get if you ventured to the stables. But with that pause in my step, Luke took it to his advantage quickly snagging the owl sleeping mask off of my head and holding it up.

“Well, you'll just have to come by if you want this back then hmm little owl.” With him snatching my eye mask and this newly formed nickname my face glowed a light pink you would think I was a daughter of Aphrodite for a second “Wait what-” Luke already cut me off with a quick peck to my cheek stunning me again and starts to strut off before calling over his shoulder “Okay see you later then my little owl!”

I turn to watch him walk for a mere second before knocking some sense into myself and continuing my walk. I know I shouldn't go. I'm a daughter of Athena, I should be smarter than this but maybe Annabeth could wait a day. It's just fruit…  I think I just really need “my sleeping mask” back…

[xoxochb]

⋆·˚ ༘ * they nicknamed her ‘the bolter’

warnings: the ending is rushed, I ran out of inspo 😭

pairing: connor stoll x daughter of hades

connor stoll was notorious for torturing campers and pulling silly pranks. unfortunately you were one of the many campers that he had bothered by his stunts

it started back when you first got to camp and you were assigned to cabin eleven since you had been unclaimed. a peaceful evening, book open in your hands and the room was silent- rare for this cabin specially, but most campers had been at the campfire. you didn’t go along because it would have been awkward to sit by yourself so you stayed back, the silence was much needed anyways

things were never silent at camp half-blood though. the moment you were enjoying was interrupted by the younger stoll standing beside your bed (staring into your soul may I add)

you close your book and look up at him “do you need something?”

he stays silent, cheeks turning red by the second. the next you know his lips are on yours, this kids a total creep! when he pulls away he gives you one last glance before bolting out of the cabin

what the hell was that? you still don’t know to this day. but he hasn’t mentioned it since it happened so you decide not to bring it up

that was the first time he pulled a stunt on you, and after that it was relentless. however the pranks he would pull would always be much less intense than the ones you had seen around, simple things.

your book wouldn’t be in the same place you left it, notes pretending you had a stalker (you knew his handwriting though, he doesn’t fool you here), scaring you everytime you left the cabin, you once even woke up with a pile of dirt under your blanket, but that was nothing compared to the misery he would put everyone else in. so why does he go easy on you?

you wanted to talk to him for once, maybe have an interaction where you weren’t being pranked, that was the only time he spoke to you, never anytime else. why? you don’t know! this idiot won’t talk to you!

you got claimed months later by hades and moved out of cabin eleven to thirteen. after that you talked to him even less, occasionally you would sit at hermes table to have small conversations with him but you never got much words out of him unless it was a stutter or a simple ‘yes or ‘no’

today you were blessed with the opportunity to be the victim of his next prank. walking out of your cabin you got a bucket of black paint poured on you, you swear all your lives flashed before your eyes

you stand shocked, attempting to wipe the paint out from your eyes and when you opened them you see a half blurry connor in front of you

“I hate you” you hissed

connor’s frowns, a hint of guilt in his eyes. he hands you a towel before bolting yet again, he seems to do this every time, always leaving you after a prank

you pout and fight the tears begging to leave your eyes. you walk back in your cabin and clean off, three showers it took to remove the dark color. when you were finished you went to tonight’s campfire. you spot connor sitting alone and you take a seat beside him

“I’m sorry” he mutters “I’m really sorry”

you sigh “why did you do it?”

“It was on a dare, the kiss, travis made me. it slipped out that I liked you and he wouldn’t let it go. then he told me that the only way to get your attention and I don’t know, I thought it would work. I’ve never dated anyone before, I’ve never even liked anyone else before so I just followed whatever he said. I hated pulling those pranks on you, all of them, even if it was nothing, I don’t like seeing you upset, especially when I’m the reason for it. I really like you though, like really like you, and I want you to know that. It’s okay if you hate me, I would hate me too, I’m not trying to make you pity me, I just want you to know that I love you and you deserved an explanation”

“connor”

he looks up at you for the first time tonight, and you prepare yourself for your next action. you take the side of his face and pull him in for a kiss- this time not on a dare, and you cherish every moment of it. perhaps the pranks had been worth it

[greyisgrey]

“Ares,” Hermes calls out from the treeline.

Ares, not one to startle or give up easily, continues in his strike and pierces his spear through a mortal's throat. The man flails as he chokes, and two of his comrades break off to defend him. They go for Ares’ head, and he can’t help but grin as he ducks their attacks while hauling the spear out of the corpse. Blood spurts messily from the wound, staining Ares’ golden armor with more crimson. Ares takes a moment to appreciate the way it gleams in the summer sun, before he’s holding up his shield for the mortal coming at him on the right and slicing the right mortal’s arm off.

The warrior screams and stumbles back, and the right mortal slams into him, trying to knock Ares over using brute force. It doesn’t work. Ares stands to his full height and slams him into the ground using his own shield. The man makes a strangled noise and tries to lift himself up, but Ares doesn’t allow it, slamming his shield into the man’s head. The beating is brutal, and the noise of metal against flesh feels more like music than anything Apollo could create.

“Uh, Ares,” Hermes says again, perturbed.

Ares turns to see the mortal whose arm he’d chopped off rushing at him with a spear. He grins in admiration for the warrior’s bravery, and savors the way ichor pumps through his own veins for the rush battle gives him, and stabs at the mortal’s chest. It pierces through the armor, and the mortal gasps, then gurgles as he removes his spear.

Ares steps back from the battlefield before he can gain new opponents, and makes his way over to Hermes. He’s standing uncomfortably at the treeline, looking bored and vaguely agitated, glancing up between his short black curls to the battlefield, then back to the caduceus he’s tossing between his hands. He isn’t distressed by the carnage, long used to gore that comes along with mortality, especially when Ares is around, but he looks a bit discomforted by Ares’ spear. It’s long, sturdy and bloodsoaked, with a wicked-sharp point that can pierce through anything, including the hearts of gods. Ares twirls it to watch Hermes take a small step back, then banishes it into the ether.

“What is it, Hermes?” he asks, “I was having fun.”

“Father is calling gods back to Olympus.”

“And I’m invited,” Ares finishes, baring his blood-flecked teeth into a grin. Hermes grimaces at it, which is unsurprising. Everyone, from his mother, to Aphrodite, to even the mortal lovers he’s had when disguised, describes his smile as off-putting. One memorable time it had been called a crime against nature so grotesque it could strike terror in the hearts of monsters from the pits of Tartarus. So Ares takes pleasure in forcing it on those that annoy him, especially his siblings. Especially siblings that interrupt him from enjoying a perfectly good battle.

“Yes,” Hermes glaces towards the battlefield still raging behind him. “Don’t delay. There’s something about a threat involving giants. It sounded right up your alley,” Hermes says, visibly trying to pique Ares’ interest and get the conversation over with as quickly as possible.

Ares raises his eyebrows, and tries to keep his tone serious, “I never said anything to imply I wouldn’t go straight to Mount Olympus. I don’t know where you got that idea.”

Hermes gives him a smirk and repeats, “Don’t delay,” before vanishing into the wind.

“I won’t,” he calls back to empty air.

Ares turns back to the battlefield. It’s a violent, messy scene, fallen bodies strewn about. It’s pandemonium, he knows, complete and utter chaos. There’s a beat to it though -- not the screams of the warriors as they fight, not the stomping of the men still in their lines -- but the sound of hearts, desperate to win and fight and survive, pumping blood.

Ares closes his eyes and tilts his head back and listens to the beat. He’s the only one who can hear it, he knows. Not even Apollo can hear the music of the heart, not the way Ares can. The drumming, throbbing, pounding that hammers blood and adrenaline and life through mortal veins. The ebb and flow is similar to a flame, rising and falling, and rising and falling again. It is both soothing and the very opposite of soothing.

He sighs and disappears from the battlefield, leaving nothing behind but corpses and the memory of terror. He heads for Mount Olympus, trying not to dread the day’s next events, listening to the loud and steady drum of ichor through his veins, marching to the same tune as the mortals’.

[dyingroses]

Attenia of Ithaca

Chapter 7: Reunion is just the start of a new tale

Summary:

So we're going back in time a bit to include Hades finding out about Athena's death, Penelope meeting Attenia, and some more stuff.

Notes:

*To the tune of "Perimedes"* Uncle Hades!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

"Uncle Hades?" Hermes asked softly.

"Hermes! What's wrong child?" Hades asked, his worry growing every milisecond of silence.

Hermes tried to gather himself, fates knew he had cried several oceans in the last couple days.

"Athena's dead," Hermes announced.

Hermes didn't think he had ever delivered a worse message. He had seen grief as a psychopomp but seeing his uncle look so broken hurt and pained him. But amongst the pain a glimmer of compassion shone as he reached out and pulled Hermes into a hug.

"DA - ZEUS KILLED HER! HE KILLED HER! HE KILLED MY SISTER!" Hermes screamed into his uncle's shoulder. Hades was patient as Hermes told the story of Athena asking for her mortal's friend's release and their father responding brutally. Using the most powerful weapon to exist on his own daughter. In the comfort of pair of safe and paternal arms Hermes fell asleep for the first time since the arena.

Hades sorted through files and called upon his assistants. He looked through any and all records of immortals who had passed.

"Love, you're overworking yourself a-" Persephone stopped when she saw the tear stains on her husbands face.

"Oh, my love," Hades said softly, "I'm so sorry."

"Where is she?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know!" Persephone shouted, "Where's my sister!"

"My love," Hades said trying to reach her, but she pushed him away.

"You're the god of the dead! You're supposed to know this! You just lost my sister's soul!"

"I am trying to find out what happened."

"Summon Hermes! He should have guided her here!"

"My love, her soul did not appear to him. He doesn't know where she went or -"

"No, no! Don't say it, don't say - don't say . . . don't say she's gone," Persephone cried melting to the floor.

It's not that Hermes really doubted that Penelope would be a loving mother to Attenia. He had met her the two occasions when he visited Telemachus who was a very happy and sweet child. And that would be more likely to suggest a good maternal relationship than a bad one. But he hadn't seen her daily interactions with her son, or how she handled it when he threw a tantrum, or cried, or failed at something. And while Odysseus was head over heels for his wife and fiercely loyal to her, your husband coming back with a kid would cause most women to raise an eyebrow. Luckily it seemed Hermes had nothing to worry about.

Attenia woke up and her daddy still wasn't around she started to cry. Eurycleia was not able to console her, not for lack of care or effort, and was getting to the point that she was worried the poor thing would make herself sick.

Penelope had always had good hearing. And over the last couple decades anxiety had made her a light sleeper.

"Eurycleia?" Penelope asked as she saw her coming down the hall holding a crying nymphlike infant.

"I'm sorry, your majesty but she won't stop crying no matter what I do, I'm worried she's gonna make herself sick - your majesty!"

Penelope could feel her breasts leaking. When she was nursing Telemachus they would leak anytime she heard a baby cry. That was around 20 years ago though why - but her thoughts were interrupted as the baby started to hyperventilate violently. Penelope took the child from Eurycleia's arms and put her on her breast. The child latched on and started to nurse. She seemed soothed. Eurycleia explained that Odysseus had adopted this child on his way home and had entrusted Eurycleia with her before fighting the suitors, "Her name is Attenia."

"Thanks for keeping her safe," Penelope said as she tried to hold her tears back, she had thought she'd never experience this again, "There should be some of the clothes I made for Euphemia somewhere."

A tear fell on Attenia as she nursed, Penelope went to wipe it away and the baby grabbed her hand. Attenia stopped nursing and tried to sit upright, wing flapping a little. Penelope propped her up on her lap and Attenia threw her arms around Penelope smiling up at her. Penelope smiled back.

"I'll take her with me, I don't want Odysseus to wake up with me gone."

Penelope took the baby back to her bedroom. The sun was starting to come up, its light shining off the baby's copper curls. Penelope wished she could start working on weaving some new clothes for the baby but the stupid shroud was in the way. And when she tried to put her down she started to whimper and reached for Penelope. Who was more than happy to oblige and pick her up.

Attenia's wings started to flap and she started excitedly bouncing and reaching towards something on Penelope's nightstand. She was in awe of Penelopes gems, her eyes were wide and then grew even wider as she touched them causing the chain of diamonds to swing and refract the light around the room.

"You truly are a baby bird," Penelope said, adoringly, "Do you want to fly?" Penelope tossed Attenia in the air a couple times, her heart overflowing when Attenia giggled.

Penelope showed her all her sparkly things, her reflection in the mirror, and tickled her with her powder brushes earning her more sweet giggles. Attenia yawned and Penelope cuddled her in the chair by her bed.

"Mama," Attenia whispered softly as she fell back asleep against Penelope's chest.

It was wonderful to see Telemachus so happy to have a sister. It was wonderful to see Telemachus period, of course. Odysseus had been worried about how his son would react to his parents getting a do-over baby but he seem genuinely enraptured.

"You're wonderful with kids," Odysseus told his son, smiling.

"Thanks!" Telemachus replied beaming, "I got to meet a lot when we had the earthquake 6 years ago. I broke my arm so I couldn't lift much so mom had me help keep the kids safe and preoccupied. I wasn't sure I'd be any good but it was really nice."

Odysseus wasn't surprised that someone so gentle and energetic would be great with kids. He had been reunited Telemachus for less than a day and could already tell that. He could see why Athena was willing to . . . . why she called him a friend. She had called him a friend too, and Odysseus hoped that met that he was similar. He wondered if she saw him in Telemachus. He chose not to wander to far down that road of thought.

Telemachus hesitated to say the next bit, he didn't want his father to feel bad. But talking to him was so easy and his father seemed to appreciate his honesty.

"I haven't seen them in a bit, it will be nice to see how they've grown though."

"I may have lucked out with having such wonderful kid, but I am sure you'll be able to rebuild a connection with them if you want to."

Attenia had also taken very quickly to her new brother. Odysseus wondered if she could sense that Telemachus was the same person her father had gushed and fretted about to her. Or maybe it was just that Tel was that much of a good egg. He knew he wasn't perfect and he had learned over their cleaning up that Tel's life hadn't been easy. But gods he hoped his boy knew how wonderful he was. Odysseus was gonna tell him everyday. The sweetest joy, he's known. He couldn't wait to find out more about him.

Tel proudly showed Attenia around the palace, while his parents wrote letters to the suitors families and arranged for funerals. Attenia seemed to hang on to every word her big brother said. She occasionally reached out to touch things, letting them know she wanted to go near something by bouncing and flapping her wings as she leaned towards an object. Tel later proudly reported the discoveries from their adventure as Attenia banged on a gourd.

"She really likes olives!" Telemachus explained, "She also seems to like it when people sing. I think she'll be very musical."

"She's already got a killer sense of rhythm," Odysseus said as he ruffled his kids hair.

Notes:

I hope you all enjoyed it! Please leave a comment! Words cannot describe how much they improve my day! We will hopefully catch back up to the current timeline at the end of the next chapter but no promises. I hope you aren't weirded out by the breastfeeding. I don't think people should be but I'm anxious. I haven't had kids but I volunteer as a baby cuddler and I swear if I was capable and allowed to I'd breastfeed those little cherubim (they're all cherubim even the "ugly" and "fussy" ones). Also the nipples leaking milk when hearing a baby crying is actually a real things that happens. It doesn't have to be your baby, any baby crying can cause someone who is lactating to leak milk. Which is kind of beautiful. Like you're body doesn't differentiate, all babies need to be fed. But the fact that Penelope starts lactating is the universe and her soul deciding that Attenia is hers. Or maybe Hera's intervention idk yet.

[a-french-coconut]

Protector of youth

Chapter 2: Astyanax (Zeus)

Troy falls.

The Greek plunder the city, kill the soldiers and rape the women, enslaving the children.

Such is the victor's right to do so.

It doesn't mean Apollo has to like it. No, the sun's heat is burning, scorching the flesh of the greek army every time they step under his vengeful eyes.

Only when his sister is up in the sky does their torment stop. He cannot interfere more, his hands tied by fate and doom, no matter how much he wishes to pierce Agamemnon's throat for enslaving Cassandra.

He idly follows Odysseus' fight, hear him command his troops about where to attack or where to find Helen.

Hermes's descendant is good fighter, strategic and yet brutal. He can see why Athena favours him.

But why is he leaving the battlefield ?

He's headed toward the palace, who does he hope to find there ?

The royal family is either dead and in shackles, there is no one left.

Except...

Scamandrius

Hector's child, still a mere babe.

And yet, he is fated to do great things, to avenge his whole city should he survive this terrible night.

Thunder rumbles in the sky, the clouds taking the form of an eagle, the royal bird guiding Odysseus to Scamandrius' bedroom.

He barges into his father's room, Zeus looking in a pond Odysseus.

"Father, please stop this !" He begs, half way on his knees when the King of Olympus stops him.

"The son of Hector must die, Apollo, his fate is settled."

"Father," he grits, "with all due respect, that is not true. Scamandrius' life does not necessarily end tonight."

"It will and that is my final decision."

Zeus' voice leaves no place to argumentation, the King has chosen and Apollo can only bow.

It's all he seems to do.

"I shall leave you then," he says, his voice clear from any bitterness and resentment, "I do not wish to see yet another child die."

"You will stay," his father orders, "You have grown too attached to mortals, let this be the last one."

When Apollo doesn't get closer, Zeus grabs his shoulder and forces him toward, his other hand gripping firmly his neck, to prevent him from turning his head.

When Odysseus hesitates, try to find other solutions, Apollo feels hope.

Take him with you, raise him as your child, King of Ithaca. He will not harm you or your family.

A sizzling pain on his neck interrupts his telepathy, black dots obscure his vision, thousands of volt jumping on his skin.

"Don't temper with fate," Zeus snaps, "I don't want you hurt son but you must understand this is for your own good."

His father's voice in gentle even though he still has an iron grip on him.

"Mortals are not worthy of such devotion from your part, it is they who adore us, not the contrary."

"I'm the protector of youth, it is my duty to-"

"And I'm your King. Tell me Apollo, who do you serve first ?" His father's voice takes a dangerous edge, "Me or yourself ?"

"You, father," he gulps, shame churning his stomach as Odysseus takes Scamandrius and goes stand on the wall surrounding the burning city, "you are the King."

Andromache screams, her cries piercing Apollo's heart.

I'm sorry Andromache, I'm sorry.

When Odysseus drops the child, eyes teary and full of remorse, Andromache's cries of sorrow echoes in Apollo's ears, the sight of Scamandrius' body making his heart clench.

He hopes Hades have mercy and bring the child to his father, in Elysium.

Finally, the grip on his neck loosens and he can get away from the horrible vision of the blood-splattered earth and the shattered body laying on it.

"Look at me, son."

Zeus grabs his face, a tender but yet firm hold.

"You are one of my favourite children, and I only want the best for you." he says with a soft voice, "and sometimes, you need to be taught things with a certain... brutality. But remember that I only do it for your good."

"Thank you, father."

He nods and let go of him.

"You may go now, you'll have work to do with all the epic songs this war will create."

He bows and quickly leaves the chambers, finding solace in Olympus' gardens.

He cries the whole night, mind haunted by Scamandrius' laugh turning into screams as he falls, until it is time for the sun to return once more.

[cconfusedkat]

i think i sorta know how i want to build up each of the bishops/allure together ,,

Leshy and allure are the fun ones together,, leshy thinks hes finally found another person to "annoy" but in reality hes found his perfect spouse to match that energy of his and for a love of fighting to bond with them ? Allure often thinks he can be a bit too much ,,but they like his leadership when it comes to missionary parties being sent out ,, they think hes often misunderstood ,, probably the first person to understand him more properly than anyone else before ,,, still doesnt stop him from nagging allure by randomly tazing them in the waist or going "TAG" and burrowing himself under the dirt (WHICH IS AN UNFAIR POWERPOINT!!!!!!!) (<- allure textbubble)

Heket and allure are also a fun bunch :-] but theyre both more emotional than the realize ,, heket doesnt like opening up nor does allure so they sorta bonded in that,, allure likes that shes overprotective of small things such as insects or being a collector of stuff ,, they could probably name a billion things about her ,, heket just finds them cute tbh 😭 like yeah she CAN be emotional but thats not rlly her whole thing ,, shes probably the one to make allure angry first cuz of her chaos she puts up when being paired up with leshy behind the scenes- allure is overly cheesy and heket is NOT !!! I hope that can summarize them together better LAMDOADM allure is an overanalyzer and heket just. Doesnt care? I mean she Does care its just shes also an asshole ❤️‍🩹

Narinder and allure are. Herm. Quiet ones? Together....? Narinder keeps more to himself often than naught. Allure is the number one oversharer of the yap-century. Paired together you get an annoyed cat being forced to listen to someones struggles for three hours- though jokes aside theyre both not too silly together, theyre probably the most domestic together ,, they both know how it feels to lose family so thats why they feel so bonded together ,, thus being in a qpr cuz their friendship goes a little more beyond than a normal one... yet they dont really experience romance normally together either? So qps it was :-] youd probably catch these two spending time alone indoors or outdoors, mainly for narinders preference. Theyre both quiet extroverts KAMDOAKDSKF

Kallamar and allure are constantly beefing but shi has a weird soft spot for them ??? Like yeah hes a fucking bitch (/lovingly) just like his sister as well as lacking empathy but he sorta just. Has allure as an "equal" person if that makes sense (npd term mainly) ,, she typically despises everyone even allure but sometimes theres just something sweet about them that she cant quite pin down? (Which then he screams in his pillow about and complains about why shes in love with a stupid lamb) ,, kallamar and allure have their moments sometimes where one or the other is rlly nice such as being taught or given something small and they both go like "WERE THEY JUST BEING NICE TO ME??????????????!?!!?!?!?"

Shamura and allure also happen to be a little complex. Allure locked shamura up for a month when they were indoctrinated out of anger as well as not wanting to deal with a dissenting shamura all day?? Shamura attempted to kill them when they were released , which almost worked if it werent for heket interrupting and breaking the fight. Years later from those events youd surprisingly see allure and shamura spending time together near the graves, as shamura smiles nodding their head while listening to what allure talks about the whole day,, allure wanted reparations as an apology from shamura ,, shamura obliged and a year later they accidentally fell first for them ,, however allure did manage to fall harder ,, theyve still got issues to work on together (accidental arguments occuring sometimes or miscommunications) but theyre the second most domestic,, shamura confessed first shyly while allure sobbed cuz they felt silly for not being able to confess first 😭 these two are playful on occasion but theyre relatively calm, spending The most time together at eachothers places, doing whatever,, shamura does scold allure more than the others

So basically its like ,, leshy/allure are matches who are funny together and playful with some hints of being charmed by eachother,

heket/allure are matched for different reasons but nonetheless they can still find that time to be goofy and flirting with eachother (that of which heket still easily wins those) (hints of vulnerability here),

narinder/allure are calm and collected more often than naught ,, some hints of playfulness when the timing is right ? Otherwise def more serious together

kallamar/allure are literally just enemies flirting (with occasional "sorry!" "are you okay?" "good morning")

shamura/allure are conflicting personalities that often clash, but can be found domestic together,, sometimes arguments occur while other times they do the best they can for eachother for both secretly feeling very guilty for the other treated another

[heartsonghq]

SWALLOW DOWN THE ICHOR.

as hermes, the god of travellers, brings each of the new demigods to camp one by one, he settles them into their cabins. to the demigods, these are simply normal wooden cabins, though they have been upkept immaculately. he doesn't say much to them, he doesn't answer questions, he doesn't linger with his son. he has a job to do—collect and bring, drop off the new packages, start them on their journeys to divinity.

when the last demigod is brought through the portal near big ben, he leads the demigod to their cabin and allows them a few moments respite. then he vanishes.

it isn't for a few more days, while the demigods acclimate to the new surroundings, where the satyrs and nymphs help them navigate the camp, where they meet chiron and achilles, a woman named ianthe, and many more throughout the camp, that he returns. this time, hermes is not alone.

he has brought the gods with him.

a voice booms like thunder through the camp, crackling like lightning through a storm.

"children, you have been called, the song in your heart sings to our ears and we have listened. please, meet us at the steps of the temple. we await your presence."

it's unmistakably zeus, king of the gods, calling them home.

the demigods are gathered and lead to the temple and it's there that they lay eyes on their birth parent for the first time, or so they think. zeus, hera, poseidon, demeter, aphrodite, athena, artemis, apollo, ares, hephaestus, hermes, hestia, hades, dionysus, hecate, and nemesis are lined up along the steps, almost in a perfect v formation, with zeus at the lead. he smiles, as charming as ever, and locks eyes with each demigod present. his eyes linger on adam for the longest before he addresses the group as a whole.

"it has been centuries since a heartsong has been sung so loud and it's harmonious intent has stirred us to act. you have all been called and your being here means that you have chosen to answer." his voice is loud enough for the demigods to hear, though it seems intimate enough to almost be a one on one conversation. "i will not fool you by saying that what is to come will not be difficult. you are at a precipice unlike any other. your life, once thought to be mortal, now has divine purpose and with that purpose will come strife, anguish, pain. more than that will be glory, love, belonging. it is your choice to stay. it is your choice to fight."

he looks over his shoulder at the gods and goddesses, all whose eyes are locked on their respective child. it's as if they're peering into their souls, evaluating the strength and will power of their character, of their person. some have smiles on their faces, some are harder to read.

zeus looks back and continues. "today, if you choose, you will drink of the ambrosia to unlock the hidden power inside of you. this is not as simple as it sounds. you will come face to face with something. each person is different. for demigods past, there have been those who seem most unaffected while others seem to suffer and go through something nearly unbearable. that is why we are here. we will protect you from harming yourself or those around you." he holds up a hand, feeling an interruption about to come from somewhere.

"i know, i know. why are we deciding now to protect you. where were we all those times before. we were there, lingering, lurking. but we all took a vow, stained in ichor and sung in our hearts, to not interfere until if and when you were called. now that you're here, we can help as much as we can. if you allow us." he offers a kind smile, warm, infectious.

he holds up his arms and turns toward the temple. "inside, you will drink the ambrosia. you will face whatever it is that must come to pass and tomorrow, we celebrate! you are the guests of honor, you will be the talk of the divine! so come, let us begin this next journey side by side, parent to child, god to demigod."

as one, each of the gods and goddesses extend their hand out, waiting to see if their child will take it. if they do or don't, they wait only a handful of minutes before they walk into the temple. they each settle before a throne, arranged in a circle around the middle of the room. zeus is what seems to be the start and stop point and the others fan out around him. atop the marble and golden thrones is a crown of laurel and olive and a golden goblet with the ambrosia inside.

a golden weave of light begins from zeus and pierces through the heart of each of the gods around him until it loops back around him. it's bright, almost like the sun, and dims for a moment as power thrums through the temple. it's palpable, even to the demigods and they can feel a faint reverberation throughout the temple, as if it's humming.

"when you are ready," the gods and goddesses say in unison, the same inflection, the same tone, the same cadence. "step forward and place this crown atop your head and drink of that which has always belonged. fear now, our children, for we will protect you while your heartsong attunes to us." in each hand now, the gods hold the crown and the goblet.

and then, once the demigods step forward to accept their fate, they wait, they watch, and the demigods can hear them sing a song that fills their hearts.

welcome to the ambrosia prompt! this is pretty simple! get as creative as you would like and describe what happens when your demigod drinks the ambrosia before their godly parent! this can be anything that you want it to be. it can be dark, it can be cheerful. whatever tone you wish for it to have, you're in control. the only requirements is that it needs to be at LEAST THREE PARAGRAPHS. you can include how their powers may manifest, or how they see their powers manifest. you can include anything and everything that you want. be forewarned, though, that the admins reserve the right to use whatever you've included for future plot points and individual growth points!!! please tag it with heartsonghq: the ambrosia prompt when completing it. then, it will be time to celebrate! while we work to get the kits completed and everything all neat and tidy, we'll start with the first "event" which is a WELCOME HOME PARTY AND CELEBRATION for the demigods! there will be more ambrosia, food, drinks, dancing, and fun! think of it as a really, really advanced house party, just, you know, magical. an icebreaker, if you will, for everyone to get to know each other. this event will last for the rest of the week and most likely through the weekend. we hope you're ready to WRITE. your reward will be placed upon your character sheet ocne it is done. so be on the look out when you get told to take a peek! thank you!

[eastwindmlk]

This has been stuck in my head ever since reading the little Jily/PJO mircofic by @alittlebitofeverything23 So, now I have to join in. With 600 words we also humbly offer this to @jilymicrofics though it might not quite fit a prompt.

Capture the flag was the highlight of camp activities and to James Potter, it was his whole life. He lived for the strategy and fights. It was thrilling! And as a son of Athena, he saw it as a way to honour his godly parent. Nothing quite came close to the pride he could feel swelling in his chest when they won. His offerings smelled extra fragrant on those nights.

He was one of the lucky ones. He had loving mortal parents who had always called him their miracle child. Their gift from the gods. They wrote to him and sent him care packages from home. Who had been sad to let him stay there when he got too old, too skilled. When dangerous things would come to interrupt their time together.

Then there was his brother for all intents and purposes. Sirius. From the moment they met, they were inseparable. Always by each other's side. Be it in battle or kitchen duty. They were half the noise coming from the Athena cabin and all the trouble.

Their third man came from the Apollo Cabin, shaggy-haired and warm like the sun itself. Always down for a laugh and best of all; remarkable foresight. Absolutely invaluable when planning anything. Where the other team went in blind, James trusted blindly in his friend's precognition.

Their quartet was rounded up by Peter, son of Demeter. Provider of snacks and deceptively sneaky despite his heavy footfalls. Always keen to listen to the whispers of the forest to give them an edge.

With the four of them, they never lost. Holding an incredible record of seven wins in a row. Until she showed up.

Lily arrived around the same time as them. But unlike the four boys remained unclaimed for a long time. Long enough that people started to speculate.

Some said she had to be a daughter of Apollo, picking up healing as easily as the senior campers. But Apollo never shied away from claiming his children. Especially not those as capable as her.

After hearing her scream and carry on at none other than James for pushing her into the lake, people decided Ares must be her father. The god of war did nothing, even when she broke James's precious winning streak.

Plenty of campers mentioned Aphrodite and Lily would laugh at them, flick her fizzy braids over her shoulder and walk away. A brave few even subtly asked Mr. D. why he had not claimed his daughter yet. But they would be laughed off the porch.

Whispers starting to go around the camp. Lily was a forbidden child, a daughter of Zeus himself. That is why she remained unclaimed. She was doomed to be Hermes's guest forever.

It was rare for a half-blood to be claimed by anything other than the Big 12. That no one seemed to figure it out, to see it coming.

Lily was claimed by Hecate. A child of magic itself. Fearsome on the battlefield and off.

To James, this meant one thing, and one thing alone. He needed her on his team. Partly because he believed that with real magic they would be utterly unstoppable. Which was accepted with a hum of agreeing voices during their strategy meeting.

Partly because he was convinced he could get the redhead to kiss him if she would only see how skilled he actually was. This he only brought up with his friends, who laughed at him.

Little did they know that, eventually, it was James who'd get the last laugh. Flag raised high in victory, he had captured it. Another victory under his belt.

Though no capture tastes as sweet as Lily who had captured his lips.

[seaweedbrainstories]

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The sun beat down heavily on the sand of the training arena, but she didn't care. She'd been fighting Luke for half an hour now and could barely breathe. Her shirt was soaked with sweat, her arms were shaking, and the celestial bronze sword felt as heavy as if it were made of lead.

-Come on, again - Luke ordered, twirling his sword between his fingers. It felt fresh, as if he hadn't been hitting her for half an hour with the intensity of someone who wanted to split her in two.

-Go to hell - she snorted, raising the sword again.

Luke irritated.

-There's the attitude- he said before lunging at her.

This time, she managed to block his attack in time, felt the vibration of the impact in her bones, and ground her teeth together. She stepped back quickly, looking for an opening, but Luke was already a step ahead. He swung his sword and kicked her in the stomach, sending her sprawling flat on her back. The air left her lungs with a thud.

-Ugh…- she growled, staring up at the sky.

Luke crouched beside her, resting his elbows on his knees.

-You can take more hits than before, that's progress- he said, smirking.

-I hate your face- she snarled, trying to sit up.

-Everyone hates my face- he mocked, holding out a hand to help her up.

Before she could accept it, a familiar voice interrupted the scene:

-If you're done with your "let's-smash-my-friends-in-the-face" session, you could come for lunch- Annabeth said, crossing her arms and her beautiful grey eyes looking at them with amusement.

She looked at the daughter of Athena with mild suspicion.

-It's a trap! She wants us to let our guard down and ambush us.

Annabeth rolled her eyes.

-Yeah, right. I'm so ruthless, I use food as bait.

-Makes sense, though that would be like you- she muttered, biting her lip as if she were considering it. Then, with a jump, she stood up and dusted herself off. -Come on, let's go before someone steals our best food.

Luke, Annabeth, and she walked together toward the mess hall pavilion. Annabeth led the way, telling Luke about a new design she'd thought of to improve camp security. She trailed behind, listening half-heartedly, watching the shadows forming around them.

Sometimes they moved on their own, as if trying to tell her something. But that was silly, wasn't it?

She shook her head and focused on the conversation. Annabeth was arguing with Luke about the position of the watchtowers, and Luke was mocking her obsession with strategy.

-You're a lost cause -Annabeth said, sighing.

-And you're a textbook on legs- he defended himself.

She sounds like herself. She'd learned long ago that this was what their group was like: a strange mix of geniuses, idiots, and absolute chaos. And for the first time in a long time, she didn't feel out of place.

Although, of course, if anyone asked her, she'd flatly deny it.

The dining pavilion was as lively as ever. The long tables were filled with campers laughing, talking, and devouring their plates of food as if they hadn't eaten in weeks. The aroma of freshly baked bread and roasting meat wafted through the air, mingling with the crackling of the central fire where each camper was making their offering to the gods.

Cassie slumped into her spot at Hermes' table with a grunt, dropping her tray in front of her.

-If I die in training, I want them to write on my tombstone: 'Died as she lived: by being kicked in the stomach,'- she said, before shoveling a piece of bread into her mouth.

Luke laughed as he took the seat next to her.

-Don't worry, I'll write something more epic. Like 'Died in combat against an army of dracaenae.' Dream better.

-How about 'Died because Luke Castellan has no mercy'?- Cassie suggested, her mouth full.

-That's also true- he replied with a mocking smile.

Annabeth sat across the table, giving them an exasperated look.

-It's incompetence that's going to kill us all if we don't stop joking around and start taking camp safety seriously.

Cassie snorted.

-Good heavens, Annabeth, do you ever relax?

Annabeth frowned.

-Do you ever stop being annoying?

Luke clicked his tongue.

-Come on, girls, peace and love.

They both looked at him with the same incredulous expression, which made him laugh.

-Okay… I get it, I'll shut up- Luke said, raising his hands in surrender.

Cassie sighed and turned her head toward the central fire. Despite her disdain for the gods, she took a piece of her food and threw it into the flames as an offering. The essence of her food rose in the form of smoke, taking her "prayer" with it.

-Who do you pray to?- she asked Luke curiously.

Cassie raised an eyebrow.

"Who said I pray?"

"Come on, we all ask for something when we make an offering."

Cassie stared into the fire for a moment before hugging her shoulders.

"Maybe I'm just praying that you don't kick my ass so much in training tomorrow."

Luke laughs, and Annabeth shook her head, but they couldn't continue the conversation because Chiron banged his hoof against the centaur table, drawing everyone's attention.

-Campers, I have an announcement- he said in his calm but firm voice. -As you know, in two days we'll have our next game of Capture the Flag.

The tables erupted in murmurs and excited smiles. Capture the Flag was a big event at camp, a chance to show off skills in combat and strategy. And, of course, an excuse to beat up your opponents without consequences.

Chiron raised a hand for silence before continuing.

-This time, Ares and Athena will lead teams. But, as always, all campers will be assigned equally. The team division will be announced tomorrow.

Cassie smiled in amusement as Annabeth lifted her chin proudly. Clarisse, sitting at her table with the children of Ares, banged her fist against the table in excitement.

-It's about time- Clarisse grunted. -I'm going to make everyone eat dirt.

-Always so lovely- Cassie murmured.

Luke looked at her with a knowing smile.

-Excited?

Cassie shrugged.

-It's not my first time.

-No, but it's always fun.

Cassie couldn't argue with that. Capture the Flag at Camp Half-Blood wasn't a simple game. It was a miniature war. And she had no intention of losing.

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After dinner, most of the campers dispersed to their respective cabins or went to train before nightfall. Cassie, however, lingered a little longer in the pavilion, sharpening the blade of her sword with methodical movements.

The sound of metal against the whetstone filled the air as Annabeth sank heavily onto the bench next to her with an exasperated sigh.

-I hate my life- she muttered, crossing her arms.

Cassie raised an eyebrow, still sharpening her sword.

-Well, that's dramatic. What's wrong with you now, brainiac?

Annabeth frowned, clearly annoyed by something.

-The new kid drools in his sleep!

Cassie blinked before bursting into laughter. Annabeth glared at her.

-Seriously! I had to change his pillowcase. And he started drooling on the new pillow like a goddamn dog!

Cassie laid her sword on the table and looked at it with a smirk.

-This is pure gold. Do you realize how ridiculous you sound? Of all the things you could complain about, you chose the new kid drooling.

-Because it's gross!- Annabeth protested.- I don't know what he's doing here, but it can't be important. He looks so… normal.

Cassie tilted her head thoughtfully.

-I don't know, maybe it's just another camper like the rest of us… he doesn't have to be the chosen one, you know?

Annabeth snorted.

-All I know is, I'm going to have a heart attack before the week is out.

Cassie patted her shoulder.

-It's going to be okay. It's already so much better if you offered to babysit him, knowing you're the queen of patience.

Annabeth shot her a warning look, but Cassie just smirked.

-Well, at least make sure the new kid doesn't drown in his own slime before Capture the Flag,- Cassie joked as she went back to sharpening her sword.

Annabeth snorted again, but didn't argue. Deep down, Cassie knew that if the new guy turned out to be more than he seemed, Annabeth would be the first to find out.

And for some reason, Cassie had a feeling this Percy Jackson wasn't going to be "normal" for long. After all, he had taken out a minotaur.

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Night had fallen over Camp Half-Blood, and the sky was dotted with stars. The air was crisp, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a calmness Cassie couldn't find within herself. She sat on the steps of the pavilion, sword in hand, watching the darkness creep through the trees. The camp looked so peaceful from here, but Cassie knew that peace was false.

Luke appeared and sat next to her, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. It wasn't the first time they'd sat in silence together, but today, something about the atmosphere was different. There was a tension, as if they both knew that tonight's conversation could change things.

"Still having those thoughts, huh?" Luke asked, without looking at her. His voice sounded more tired than usual.

Cassie didn't respond immediately. She knew what he meant. The uncertainty, the question of who she really was, why she'd never been claimed, why she'd never had answers. Had the gods forgotten about her? Or was there something worse at play?

Finally, she sighed.

"I feel… lost, you know?" she said softly. "Like I'm stuck somewhere between two worlds and neither of them belong to me."

Luke watched her, and in his eyes, there was a spark she hadn't seen before. It was a mix of understanding and something else, something she didn't know how to define.

"You're not the only one." Luke looked up at the sky, as if what he wanted to say was something he'd been bottling up for a long time. "All demigods feel this way, you know? We don't fit in the mortal world, but we don't fit in the gods' world either. We're caught between two realities. And the truth, Cassie, is that the gods don't even care about us."

Cassie glanced at him, recognizing that bitter tone in his voice. She'd heard plenty of campers talk like that before, but something about the way Luke said it struck a deeper note. He was the son of Hermes, but that hadn't stopped him from feeling just as abandoned.

-So… what do we do?- she asked, his voice low. Doubt was beginning to surface.

Luke smiled in a way that seemed strangely sad.

-What do we do? We live, we train, we fight… But let's never forget one thing: the gods give us nothing in return. They use us, send us to the battlefield like pieces on a board, and then let us die without a second thought. And the worst part is, we can never win.

Cassie swallowed. Those words weren't new to her, but hearing Luke say them that way, with that conviction, gave her an uneasy feeling in her stomach.

-And what do you propose?- she asked with a bittersweet tone.

Luke leaned back against the pavilion's column, his tone somewhat calmer, but with a disturbing certainty.

-The only thing we can do: take control. Take what's ours. We can't continue to be the puppets of those selfish gods. You have to see the truth, Cassie. They have failed us. They have left us here, suffering, while they live on their perfect Olympus. It's time we changed the rules.

Cassie stared at him, and for the first time, she saw the idea Luke was planting in her mind. He didn't say it outright, but the words were clear. There was something tempting about that offer: a path where you didn't depend on the gods, where you didn't expect more from them.

-And how would we do it? We can't be in the mortal world without a monster attacking us- she asked, almost in a whisper, as if it were something she longed for but felt so far away she couldn't believe.

Luke looked at her with a smile that, though small, was filled with a certainty she didn't like.

-For now, just think about it. It's not something we can do right away, but the idea is there. And when the time comes, you'll know what to do. I'll be there, just like always.

Cassie shifted her gaze to the ground, the weight of his words weighing on her. She didn't want to admit it, but something inside her told her Luke was right. Maybe the first step was to start letting go of expecting anything from the gods. Maybe freedom lay in breaking away from them, before she herself became another of their forgotten victims.

-I don't know if I'm ready to make such big decisions, Luke- she said finally.

Luke laughed softly, a laugh that wasn't mocking, but understanding.

-Don't worry. No one is ready at first. But once you are, there's no going back. Just remember, Cassie: the gods aren't your friends. No one is, except ourselves.

Cassie nodded, though deep down she felt she'd just taken a step toward something bigger, something that could change everything. And even if she wouldn't admit it, part of her was already considering the possibility Luke had offered her.

-You're right, just us…

No matter what happened, Luke and Annabeth would always be there for her. Because they're her true family, and family will never abandon you.

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Hello! This is my first fanfic written in English on this platform. I hope you like it, and I apologize in advance if there are many English errors. I'm just learning how to use Tumblr, but I promise to learn.

[jay-avian]

"So Aphrodite is all like 'Girl, he was not a mama's boy', and Athena, my girl, she was like…" Hermes droned on and on as he and Tiresias walked along the river Styx. The prophet held his knotted staff in one hand with the other behind his back. A short smile came across his face as he listened to the god beside him. Hermes hovered as he went, talking wildly with his hands.

"And then Ares comes in all like 'Rawr, I'm angry, how dare you!' And I, for one, was not scared in the slightest, especially not for Athena-"

"Yes you were," Tiresias interrupts.

"Wha?! How would you know that?"

"I see both future and past, you know."

"I, well-" Hermes flew flummoxed, hands at his hips. "Then why are you letting me tell this story, then?"

Tiresias's smile grew. "Because you're amusing."

Hermes scoffed and smiled back. "Well, at least I can be entertaining. Gods know how drab this place is."

"For a messenger god," Tiresias spoke, "you tell your stories in strange ways."

"So says the one who speaks in riddles."

"People are never ready for the full truth," he said, turning his head as if looking at the god. "Their hearts cloud their judgement."

"Well you're damn right there…" Hermes paused for but a moment. "But anyways! The point of my story being that I freed my glorious great-grandson from Calypso's grasp! He sails away, fights the big bad, and bada-bing bada-boom, he's back home!"

Tiresias stopped. He gripped his staff tighter. He stood still as ice, only his hands shivering. Even his breathing seemed to freeze.

After Hermes noticed the prophet wasn't following him anymore, he turned around. "Hey, are you okay? What's got you in a tizzy, my friend?"

Tiresias spoke in a whisper, "…the red palace."

"Hey." Hermes flew over to him. "Let's get your mind somewhere else, okay? Somewhere more fun."

"All those men… All that, fear… trapped like sheep."

"It'll be fine, darling. They deserve it, don't they?"

Tiresias paused for a moment. "Nobody deserves this… All this, needless violence," he almost snarled if his voice hadn't quivered.

Hermes's hands were coiled back, unsure what to do. There was no solace he could give, not in this world, not with gods like them. He took a breath. "Listen to me." Hermes went forward and reached to hold his friend's face. Tiresias winced, but didn't back away from the touch. He only stood in his daze. "It's going to be okay. Get your mind on something else. Listen to my voice." Hermes looked at his friend with worry. Though his eyes were covered by his band, Tiresias still looked down and past the god.

"Why don't you tell me something good?" Hermes asked. "Something you've seen that makes you happy."

"There's nothing good in this world," the prophet spat. "Nothing but tragedy, doom to be fortold-"

"Don't say that. There's plenty of good things. Like m-" Hermes stopped. "Er… Well, think about how Ody's going home to a wonderful wife. To be reunited with someone he loves and cares about, to someone who cares about him, too…" As he looked down, the shadows lifted and his eyes started to unveil themselves. "Or Persephone, how she comes down to see the love of her life, despite it being so dark and depressing. How she comes to give what little sunshine she can, because she cares about him…"

Tiresias loosened his grip on his staff. His shoulders started to fall, and slowly, he began to breathe again. Taking a deep breath, his head rose to meet Hermes. A breif moment passed where the two men faced each other in silence. Tiresias sighed, and gave a short smile. "Thank you, my friend."

Hermes grinned wide. "Anytime, darling."

Tiresias backed away, straightened up once more, and gestured to the river Styx. "Shall we continue?"

Hermes furrowed his brow. "Er- Just like that? Are you sure you're okay?"

"This is my burden to bear. I have beared it long enough to compose my countenance."

"W-well sure," Hermes stammered, "but that doesn't mean you should hold it in all the time. You need to let loose, let some things go, take the weight off-"

"He who veils his eyes should not ask another to reveal his," Tiresias said, turning to face the god. The prophet said nothing more. He only looked on.

Hermes moves back, his hands coiled back again. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out at first. He looked to the ground. "You're right…" His eyes became shaded once more. A half-smile formed on his face. "You're absolutely right. You know, come to think of it, I think I'm going to see how things are doing up there. So if you'll excuse me, I think I'll be going now. Chao!" And with a clap of his hands, Hermes flew off down the river, which left Tiresias with a sudden, deafening silence.

[To be continued...?]

Fanfic writers I will get on my knees for one of y’all to write some Tiresias/Hermes action 🧎🧎🧎